That Same Old Story

A/N Takes place the day after "Skin Deep".

Part 1

Mr. Gold looked up when the door to his shop jingled. He considered for a moment just staying where he was. After yesterday, he didn't really feel up to dealing with anyone. Either in person or on paper. Years of habit, 28 to be exact, caused him to rise to his feet anyway. It was his work that kept him going; that kept him from falling into the depths of grief stricken despair.

When he walked out, he saw a woman milling around. "May I help you find something?"

She turned and he saw a mixture of mirth and curiosity on her face. "A pawn shop? Really? Why am I not surprised?"

He pinned her with his best 'shrivel up and die' stare. "It is not a pawn shop.'

She seemed quite unfazed by his animosity. "Do you buy things here?"

He nodded. "Occasionally."

"Sell things?"

"Yes." His voice was deeper now, a warning that his temper was rising fast.

"Trade?"

"What is your point?"

She grinned and her sharp hazel eyes literally sparkled. "Like I said. Pawn shop."

"Is there a reason you came into my antique shop, or do you have a suicide pact with someone?"

She shook her head. "I can't believe you don't recognize me. I'd be insulted, but this has not been your greatest week, has it?"

Gold's brain finally managed to catch up with him and he stared in astonishment. "Venastashia?"

"Oh, yuck. Just Ven, thanks."